[Anthology, signed] Clute, John; David Pringle and Simon Ounsley, editors; Lisa Goldstein and Kim Stanley Robinson, signed..~ INTERZONE: The 4th (Fourth) Anthology: New Science Fiction and Fantasy Writing..~ London:: Simon & Schuster,, 1989.~ Hardcover. Very near fine in a fine dustjacket (usual toning to the pages, appears unread.). London:: Simon & Schuster,, (1989.). Very near fine in a fine dustjacket (usual toning to the pages, appears unread.). First printing. An anthology containing some of the best stories from the previous year. Introduction by John Clute. SIGNED by TWO authors at their stories: Lisa Goldstein at 'City of Peace' and Kim Stanley Robinson at 'Before I Wake.' Also includes stories by Brian Stableford, J. G. Ballard, Nicola Griffith, Greg Egan and more. ix, 208 pp.
John Frederick Clute (1940- ) is a Canadian born author and critic who has lived in Britain since 1969. He has been described as "an integral part of science fiction's history."
Clute's articles on speculative fiction have appeared in various publications since the 1970s. He is a co-editor of The Encyclopedia of Science Fiction (with Peter Nicholls) and of The Encyclopedia of Fantasy (with John Grant), as well as The Illustrated Encyclopedia Of Science Fiction, all of which won Hugo Awards for Best Non-Fiction. Clute is also author of the critical essay collections Strokes, Look at the Evidence, and Scores. His 1999 novel Appleseed, a space opera, was noted for its "combination of ideational fecundity and combustible language" and was selected as a New York Times Notable Book for 2002. In 2006, Clute published the essay collection The Darkening Garden: A Short Lexicon of Horror.
A sketchy anthology (as are 1 and 3) with some good, some bad, and some ugly. Must've been a strange time for UK sci-fi, much evidence of repressed sexuality and perversions.
Nicola griffth song of bullfrogs.cry of gees holding by sikness missing taking to fly far far from me fatgu illness all throw wating to my moo to rise but still no talking hold the air by my hand its no come back still hold y even my hand empty still i want to hear y to become one to be near my heart ashing still song of frogs was clear no come back